I’ve been a bit of a grump lately. Little things that I don’t usually let bother me have been accumulating and an aura of grumpiness has been following me around. I’ve been rude, impatient, less helpful and awfully direct in my words. I had to go and pick my sister up from her boyfriend’s place on Sunday night. I didn’t check my phone to see the message and had returned from church without detouring¬†to pick her up. It was all of 9pm and
I’m not offended easily but if there’s one sure way to offend me, it’s to call me busy. “Oh I’d love to catch up, but I know you’re busy” “Mel, you are so busy – you do too much.” And today’s “Hi Mel,¬†I know you are busy, but I have another busy thing for you to
I spent at least $75 on eating out this week, including two days when I purchased breakfast, lunch AND dinner. It wasn’t my worst week, but it wasn’t my best week either. Working full time means having money, more money than I did for the five years I spent at university. Having money means I tap my grey and yellow debit card without a great deal of concern – I always know there’s money in there. But I’ve realised I’m becoming careless. Careless